Dollypop, forgive me of you meant your comment satirically (I really REALLY hope you did), but just in case you were serious (you can’t have been, right?), well, I have to comment.
I have been an opera lover my entire life. We listened to the Met Opera every Saturday religiously – I was listening while still in the womb. I still listen to nearly every broadcast. I’m nearly 60, and last year on a trip to New York, for the first time in my life, I finally was able to attend a performance at the Met (Ernani with Domingo and Levine conducting). This was something at the top of my bucket list. I can’t begin to tell you how thrilled I was to be in that building. I’m pretty sure I cried a little before the curtain went up.
I would never ever take a picture during a performance, and I have never taken a selfie in my life, but at intermission I went down near the stage and took a selfie of myself with the golden curtain of the Metropolitan Opera behind me. I hate, loathe and despise pictures of myself, but that is one I will always treasure. Honestly, I don’t see how my action could have been intrusive on someone else's experience there.
(And even though I’ve heard my entire life how huge the Met stage is, and have seen countless telecasts and pictures, I was still unprepared for the reality of just how enormous it is – it’s breathtaking. The image of Placido Domingo standing alone halfway up a stone stairway that filled the stage is something I will never forget. It was a singularly memorable experience.)
Sarcasm is an allergic reaction to stupid people.